Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

Bech pushes a vending machine cup at Cappelli. “What’s she saying?”

Cappelli hooks a thumb into a pocket “Never gets any fucking better does it? Denying everything of course. Says she’s being framed.”

Bech barks a laugh. “Of course. Just another victim of a tragic miscarriage of justice.”

“Aren’t they all? Still, looks like that lawyer of hers is going to get her sprung. Bail’s set high but the judge is allowing it. No previous. And it looks like they share a school tie.”

Fuck!

“Who is he? He looked pretty high-class to be the legal for a hooker.”

“Theo Aldred. Subs for Max Devlin. From Hofferman and Partners…”

“Hofferman’s? The prosecutors on the Romani Family case?”

“Yup. Don’t envy him that one. They’ve got all the wits under protection and the judge and lawyers have full surveillance.” Cappelli sucks at the coffee, pulls a face. “Stone-cold… You’re right though. You’d not think he’d turn up for the likes of that one would you?” He tilts the cup at Bech. “I’m going to the machine for another. Want one?”

“Thanks, but no. I’m off in five.”

*****

So, the bitch got herself sprung…

Back in his apartment, Bech paces, curses, bangs his fist on the wall. Then…

The blindingly fuckin’ obvious…

He checks the card index,

And sure enough…

Maximillian Devlin. Lawyer. Married twice. Son by previous.

One daughter by current marriage - favourite topic of conversation. Likes rabbits and pink. Got a pony. Gymkhana. Head girl at Ponterbury.

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Michael

arches and vaulted ceilings, then brain-cells line up in

slept, the covers are rumpled, sheets thrown back, but when

on an elbow, I take a good look at my Sleeping Beauty. She’s looking better than she has since we returned from

Her father…

Christ…

has lost that sallow hue, and her

Babe…

over the line of high cheekbones with a fingertip. Her

me for the last few days, but my beautiful wife; my copper-haired, emerald-eyed, wilful, frustrating, crazy,

touch me, she

face, “How

soft and watery. “I’m fine. Really, I’m fine

brow with the pad of my thumb. “Sometimes life throws shit at us, knocks us down. There's no

gaze, she bobs

to be in a better state than that if you really want to get yourself pregnant.” Her eyes lift again, widening. “Do you? That’s still what you want?

a whisper.

we talked about it. It’s fine. Just so long as I

of my head. “Thank you.” She nuzzles into the crook of neck and shoulder. “I missed you. It was lonely in that other

her gaze. “But I never went away. I never will go away…” She sighs. “And yes, I’ve been looking forward to being back in our own

“You

James and I share a bed when you’re not in it with us? He might be my good

chuckle. “Sorry to disappoint you there.” James holds a tray. The scents of toast and coffee compete for

sits bolt upright. “God, I’m starving. Did

James grins. “She’s back.”

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Twenty-Six Years Ago